This is not just any mountain. To me it’s a lighthouse.
Typically seen from hundreds of kilometres/miles afar. A loyal Greeter and Farewell-Sayer. Always giving me direction, guiding me home – no matter where I’m going to or where I’m coming home from.
Soon I’ll be leaving Austria for a little while. Therefore this isn’t just any blogpost. It’s a very special one. And a reminder that travelling is not only about anticipating all these wonderful adventures, big and small, that might possibly be waiting in any uncharted territories ahead but that travelling is also about that very basic anticipation of simply coming home again. Or as in my case: having a sentimental reunion with Mt. Traunstein later that year again, my personal guide, my lighthouse towards home.